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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Bruised
I was blind and happy to be But you had the nerve to try to make me see For that,I can say,I honestly hate you But even now,I don't know how to tell you. Your heart is frozen,your eyes spark lies Your soul a wasted prayer Your body a suitcase of good-byes. I didn't want to feel this way Yet you forced me to your will I did not wish to know these things I did not wish to feel. I gazed upon the things I had no power to change And bathed gladly in your drowning eyes And worshipped your deceitful lies That you happened to throw my way. raw || truth |